If you know what I mean, then you'll know that the way she smiles disguises her disrepair. https://youtu.be/9h80Sr15n4M Heathers, the musical - Seventeen I'm sharing with you something I wrote 858 weeks ago, when I was 17. Why am i sharing it? Because... I don't remember. It felt relevant somehow... that I understand what its … Continue reading When she was just 17…
Lecture" Everything just continues to exist, forever and ever. It is unrelenting, it is unforgiving, it is unyielding. Time and space and consciousness... Holy fuck, will it never cease? Oh yeah, it's all so liberating, whatever blah blah... People seem to feel empowered by the vast eternity, the inunerable possibilities that life grants them... Well … Continue reading There is no end
I have been so bloody preoccupied with this concept of personal branding and identifying my "niche" that I haven't actually done much writing. And the shit I want to write about is so varied that it's hard to figure out how to promote and present myself. You know, for 'success'. It's not even related to … Continue reading More than the sum of my parts
Chiron was a respected teacher and skilled healer, and was known as the wisest and most just of all the centaurs. What a stand out guy and I'm sure we can learn a bunch of stuff but let's just get to the part where I give the f*-k up on life and swap places with … Continue reading Chiron and healing the soul wound: making excuses.
I've been really at war with myself lately, engaged in this inner conflict about continuing this blog and what I want to achieve. I have many half-started entries and ideas only I never actually complete anything because I eventually crumple under all my self doubt. I do nothing without a justifiable reason, I am lazy … Continue reading Chiron and healing the soul wound: a preliminary examination.
Welcome to magic counter strike. If you would please sit back, keep your hands and ears behind the yellow line, expect splash-back. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAy4YCx466Y Kittie - Paperdoll Got a real treat for you today. Are you ready to fist? I can't hear you. I said ARE YOU READY TO FIST?! Oh... oh god know... no! Fisting. … Continue reading A narrative of a force without form
i am a selfish, silver-tongued bullshit artist who only pretends to listen to placate you, while twisting your perceptions to give me everything I want. i only speak lies, i only complain. i open my mouth to manipulate you and destroy your sense of worth and value. i will never do as you want. i … Continue reading Rage against the me-chine
And I'm running out of rope, don't know how I can cope being so unsure of what I've done... What have I done? No, I am. As king, if music be the food of love, I command you accept or accede to go your own way. This is my road, I helm the movement of … Continue reading My mind is a stereo, if you would believe